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[byler-alarmist]

In this castle

Nothing's bad

Nothing's evil

Nothing's sad

Here in this castle

Here in this castle

Here in this castle

(The Green Pajamas, 1984)

[over-rated-cheese]

i have returned with news!

I just uploaded chapter 4 of my fanfic (heaven knows I'm miserable now), and guys I'm telling you this chapter slaps. It's fr my fav one out of ALL OF THEM!

the fluff is on another level (atleast for me, especially since all I write is angst) don't worry tho, there is still angst. the fluff doesn't last long so treasure this when you still can.

thy link 🙇🏽‍♀️: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

[astrobei]

anonymous prompt: “this isn’t byler but do you think you could write some hopper trying to achieve some step-son stepfather bonding time with a reluctant Will?”

As it turns out, in some weird subversion of all of Jim Hopper’s expectations, teenage girls are a hundred times easier to figure out than teenage boys.

El had been a bit of a blank slate at first. She liked Eggo waffles and daytime TV and when Jim put his records on, she didn’t complain. Maybe she just didn’t know that there were other types of music out there, but as far he was concerned, there wasn’t much worth knowing about that wasn’t Jimi Hendrix anyway.

And then things started falling into place a little. El liked Eggo waffles, but she liked them most with the kinds of toppings on top that he wasn’t supposed to technically be eating anymore– whipped cream and candy and enough sugar to induce a heart attack twenty years early.

She liked the daytime TV just fine, but she liked it better when he watched it with her, telling her what all the unfamiliar words meant. Word of the day, he’d said as a joke, when she’d asked what infatuated meant. The irony of that wouldn’t hit him for another year or so.

She liked Jimi Hendrix okay, but he suspects that she actually just liked watching him dance around to the records more than she did any guitar riff, no matter how captivating they might have been. He doesn’t blame her. He’d never claimed to be a good dancer, but he sure could be an entertaining one.

So this is where he stands, currently. Teenage girls are fine. Teenage boys are, actually, a mystery beyond comprehension.

Or maybe it’s just Joyce Byers’ teenage boys that are hard to figure out.

Yeah. That’s probably it.

Jim’s sure he hasn’t been like this when he was younger. He’d been very straightforward about his interests: his dad’s vinyl collection of 50’s rock ‘n roll, the chocolate milkshakes at the local diner, and cutting class to smoke with Joyce Byers under the east wing stairs.

Some of these more so than others, maybe, but they’d been very simple interests all the same. Nicking Marlboros from his dad’s jacket pocket when he wasn’t looking, then slipping them into Joyce’s waiting fingers as she slid into the stairwell next to him. He’s pretty sure his dad knew where the cigarettes had been going, and he’s also pretty sure he didn’t care.

“What are you smiling about?”

Seventeen-year-old Joyce vanishes in a puff of stale smoke, and suddenly, she’s here in front of him again. The real thing this time, not a hazy, memory-worn apparition– faded cotton shirt, plaid flannel pajama pants. Smiling down at him, holding a pan of scrambled eggs in one hand and a spatula in the other.

Jim raises his eyebrows. “Nothing.” He shakes his head as she spoons eggs onto his plate. “I just– I haven’t seen you smoke in a while.”

Joyce huffs out a small laugh as she slides into the chair next to him. It’s early, barely seven in the morning. The kids don’t usually get up until well into the midmorning on summer days like this, so early mornings are for them and them alone. “I’m trying not to. El doesn’t like the smell.”

“Oh. She told you?”

“Will did.”

“Ah.” He takes a careful sip of his coffee. “What about Will? He doesn’t mind it?”

He can’t see Joyce’s mouth behind her mug, but her eyes are definitely smiling. “He doesn’t like it either. He just stopped saying so after a while.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him.”

Joyce laughs again, this time as she squirts a generous dollop of ketchup on her plate. “What, you didn’t kick the habit when you were locked up?”

“Oh, no,” Jim chuckles. “No way. I thought I would, for a while, but– it’s true, you know, what they say about cigarettes being worth as much as gold in there.”

“Really?”

They don’t talk about Russia much– at least not out here. Not in the morning, not after a good night’s sleep, not in the kitchen, where things are supposed to be happy and warm and filled with light. This isn’t the place for it– for things that are dark and cold and desolate, for monsters or funerals or death.

He clears his throat. “Hey,” he says instead, “listen, I was thinking.”

“Oh, yeah? About what?”

“I was thinking, maybe,” he starts, speaking more into the inside of his mug than to Joyce, now. “Maybe I’ll take Will out for the day. Do something together.”

If Joyce is surprised at all, it doesn’t show. “Yeah? To where?”

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” he admits, and she gives him an amused look. “I wanted to ask you first.”

Now she looks surprised. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Jim shrugs, “he’s your kid! I didn’t want to cross any boundaries, or–” He trails off at the look on her face. “What?”

Joyce ducks her head, smiling softly. “No, that– that’s sweet, Hop. If he’s okay with it, then I’d love for you two to do something together.”

“Really? You think he would?”

“I–” Joyce starts, and then gets a contemplative look on her face. “You know he adores you, right?”

“Please,” Jim snorts, “he’s a sixteen year old boy. He doesn’t adore anybody.”

“Except–”

“We don’t talk about Wheeler before noon, Joyce,” Jim interrupts, and then Joyce is throwing her head back in another laugh. It’s a nice look, Jim thinks, maybe not as privately as he’d like. He’s sure she can tell exactly what’s on his mind.

“Okay! Sorry! But yes, of course. Go have a day out, just the two of you.”

“Okay,” he agrees, then takes a sip of coffee. “Okay. Sounds good.”

—-

The issue here is that given Joyce Byers’ infamous overprotectiveness, he’d thought acquiring her blessing to have a bit of adoptive father-adoptive son bonding would have been the hard part. And now he’s standing in front of Will’s room, hand raised to knock, feeling just about as jittery as he had when he had to give the Wheeler kid the shovel talk. 

Both times.

Now or never, Jim, he thinks, because for all of his bravery fighting monsters and Russians and that time he broke his own ankle and ran through miles of snow on foot, this doesn’t compare. This is Will. This is Joyce’s kid. And he doesn’t know why that makes him so nervous, but it does.

You can do it. It’s just a teenage boy.

He sighs, and raises his fist.

“Yeah?” Will’s voice is faint from behind the door. “Come in.”

“Hey,” Jim says, and then steels himself, gathering every remaining bit of courage in his body to say, “you got a minute to talk?”

Will raises his eyebrows. “Sure,” he says. It’s wary, cautious. He sits up further, from where he’d been reclining back on his pillows. “What’s up?”

It doesn’t take a genius to see that he’s on edge. Jim supposes maybe this is a bit out of the blue, so he tries to relax, tries to make sure his body language reads I come in peace. “What are you reading?” he tries, nodding towards the book in Will’s hands.

“Um.” Will turns it over, looks at the cover like he has to remind himself. “It’s Slaughterhouse Five. Jonathan gave it to me,” he says slowly.

Jim lets out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s impressive, kid. Is it any good?”

Will shrugs. “It’s okay so far. I just started though.”

Jim doesn’t know enough about Slaughterhouse Five to keep this conversation going with any merit, so he figures maybe he should just cut to the chase. “Hey, listen,” he starts, and Will’s eyebrows creep a little farther up his forehead. “I was thinking of spending a day out. Go for a drive, grab some lunch. You want to tag along?”

“Oh,” Will says. “Um.” He holds up his book. “I was thinking of getting ahead on this, actually.”

Jim Hopper has braved Russian prisons, secret labs, an underground dimension, his own faked death, and being stood up by Joyce Byers. This is fine.

“Okay,” he says, “that’s fine. No worries.”

“Sorry,” Will adds for good measure, still half-upright on his bed and looking very much like he does not want to be having this conversation.

“Seriously,” Jim says, already backing out into the hallway. “It’s okay. Have fun with the book, kid.”

—-

“He hates me, Joyce.”

Joyce shoots him a look as she climbs into the passenger seat of the car. “He does not hate you, Hop. Maybe you just caught him off guard.”

Jim groans, putting the car in reverse. “I knocked before I went in!”

“Jim.”

“What?”

Joyce pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and drops it into the ashtray. “Please don’t smoke in the car,” she chides. And then, “Well, what did you say to him?”

“I asked him about his book, and then if he wanted to tag along with me while I–”

“Okay, I’d say that caught him off guard a little.”

“How?” Jim exclaims, and then Joyce laughs.

“I don’t know! Will’s just– he needs a second, okay, Hop? Don’t take it personally. I promise he does not hate you.”

“Okay,” he grumbles, as they turn the corner past the high school. “One more shot, and then I’m accepting the fact that both your kids hate me.”

“Jonathan doesn’t hate you either,” Joyce says, but she looks like she’s fighting back a smile. “He just– he doesn’t show affection like that.”

“They hate me,” he repeats, accelerating down the backroad. “They both hate me.”

—-

Attempt #2 goes better. Somewhat.

“Hey,” Jim says as he walks through the door the next evening. Will is curled up on the couch, sketchbook open on his lap. He looks up as the door opens, startling slightly, then relaxes.

“Oh. Hey, Hop.”

Hey, Hop, he thinks. That’s better than Hello, Chief.

“Is your mom home?”

Will shakes his head and looks back down. “She’s at the Wheelers’. She’s having, um. Wine night. With Mike’s mom.”

“Oh, okay.” Jim pauses. “Hey,” he starts, and Will looks back up. “Listen, I don’t suppose you want to watch a movie or something tonight?”

Will blinks. “A movie?”

You’ve come back from the dead, Jim, he thinks. This is just a sixteen year old boy. He shrugs. “Yeah, you know, everyone’s out for the evening. Thought we could make a night of it, just us two.”

“Um.”

“You can pick,” Jim offers, tossing his hat on the kitchen table. “I won’t judge your taste, I promise.”

Will’s lips twitch upwards at the corners, ever so slightly. “I have good taste,” he protests, and Jim shrugs, like sure! Okay! “But I can’t today. Um. Sorry.”

“Oh. Big plans tonight?”

“Actually,” Will starts, pursing his lips. “Mike and I are grabbing dinner soon.”

Oh. Oh. Okay. It’s a bit of a low blow, getting passed over for the Wheeler kid, but it’s fine. Jim can roll with the punches. “Huh. Anywhere good?”

Will shrugs, but he looks like he’s on the verge of a smile. “Just the diner on Main Street.”

“Oh, the diner,” Jim laughs, pulling out a chair. “I used to go there every day when I was your age, actually. Best milkshakes on this side of Indiana.”

“Yeah?” Will puts his pencil down. “What was your order?”

“Ham and cheese. And a chocolate milkshake,” he answers immediately. He dreamt about those milkshakes, thought about them during long, cold nights behind bars, nothing but prison-grade gruel to fill his stomach. Comfort food. The kind of memory you hold on to longer than you’d expect.

“I get ham and cheese too,” Will says, and then he looks a bit surprised at himself, like this was something he didn’t mean to say. “Except I get, um. I get strawberry instead.”

Jim pretends to think it over. “Strawberry’s good,” he admits, “but not good enough.”

“Hey!” Will says, laughing. “Come on. Chocolate is so boring.”

That feels like a win, even if it’s a small one. He’s smiling before he realizes it. Making light banter over milkshake flavors shouldn’t be this exciting, not for someone like him, not for someone who’s been through what he has, but–

“You need a ride?” Jim holds up his car keys, still clutched in one hand. “I can drop you off.”

The smile fades slightly from Will’s face. “Oh, um. Mike’s picking me up, actually. In, like, ten minutes?”

“Wheeler can drive?”

“He got his license last month,” Will says, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. Jim’s first instinct is to protest– something about that’s not safe, and I don’t know if that’s the best idea, but he bites his tongue.

If Mike Wheeler can kill monsters, he can drive a car just fine. Probably.

“Okay,” he says at last, standing up and grabbing his hat. “Have fun, kid. Tell Wheeler to drive safe. Five under the speed limit. It’s my buddies on patrol tonight, remember.”

Will looks like he simultaneously wants to laugh and groan. “Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Hop. I’ll tell him.”

“Have a milkshake for me,” Jim says, then slinks off to his room.

Okay. That could’ve gone worse.

—-

“Okay, I don’t think he hates me.”

Joyce gives him a look like see? “I told you he doesn’t hate you,” she says, reaching across him for the olive oil. “What did you say this time?”

“Something about watching a movie,” Jim says. “I was– God, okay, Joyce, can you take over the onions for me?”

Joyce laughs, and says, teasing, “Broke your way out of a prison but chopping onions is too much?”

“This is why I don’t cook,” he says, then makes his way over to the record player in the corner of the living room. “I’ll take over music duty.”

“Sure,” Joyce calls. “You don’t cook because of onions.”

Steely Dan crackles to life as he turns around. “Oh, yeah,” he grins, “this is it. This is the good stuff.”

“Jim,” Joyce laughs. “What– are you supposed to be dancing?”

Hey, he’s said it before. He’s not the best dancer, but he’s definitely an entertaining one. “Times are hard,” Jim croons along, and Joyce’s laughter grows. “You’re afraid to pay the fee–”

“You’re awful,” Joyce shakes her head, even as Jim grabs a hold of her hands. “And– Hop, my hands are all onion-y.”

He ignores her. “When you need a little bit of lovin’–”

“Ew,” comes a voice from the hallway, and Jim turns around.

“Hey, hon,” Joyce says absentmindedly, dropping his hands and wiping hers on the towel. Onion, she mouths at him. “What’s going on?”

Will shoots him a bit of a strange look. “Sorry. I was just wondering when dinner was going to be.”

“Twenty minutes?” Jim offers, then grins. “Thirty if your mom tries to put me back on onion duty.”

Will crinkles up his nose and turns in the direction of the living room. “What are you playing?”

“I don’t wanna do your dirty work,” Jim belts out in response. Joyce and Will stare, identical dumbfounded expressions on their faces. “Steely Dan?” Jim offers.

Nothing. Apparently he’s dating into a family with zero taste.

“Sorry,” Joyce shrugs. “It’s cute, though!”

Cute! He squints in Will’s direction. “You too?”

Will mirrors Joyce’s shrug. “Sorry. It’s not really my thing.”

“Oh? What’s your thing, then?”

Will stands up a bit straighter. “I don’t know,” he says. “Um. I like The Cure. Stuff like that.”

“The Cure,” Jim muses. “That band, you got the, uh. You’ve got records of theirs, right?”

“Yeah,” Will smiles, then moves forward to sit down at the table. “Jonathan gave me some of his older ones when he left for college so I started, uh. I started collecting them.”

Okay. Okay, he can work with this.

Over Will’s shoulder, Joyce shoots him an impressed look and a thumbs up. You got this, she mouths, and then, aloud: “Hey, I just remembered, guys, I’ve got to go deal with the laundry. Just a second.”

Will frowns. “The laundry isn’t going right now.”

“Okay, then I’ve got to run a load. Be right back,” Joyce says, and then she flashes him another thumbs up and she’s gone, off down the hall.

There’s a moment of silence. Will looks around the kitchen– at the pasta boiling on the stove, the dishes in the sink, the wooden grain of the table. “Okay,” he says after a moment, “I think I should–”

“Hey,” Jim blurts out, “why don’t you, uh. Why don’t you bring one of your records out? You can have a turn.”

Will stops, halfway out of his seat. When he speaks, it’s quiet, a little pleased. “Yeah?” 

Jim nods, spreads his hands out. “Show me what you got.”

Will comes back a couple minutes later with a record in his hands. “Um,” he starts, “so this is their newest one, they released it a couple months ago.”

The red of the cover looks vaguely familiar. Jim’s sure he’s seen this one around in the record shops, something like that. “Very interesting,” he says, as Will drops the needle carefully onto it. “This is, uh–”

He knows the band, of course. He’s not that out of touch. But Will’s mouth twitches as he says, “The Cure,” and then, “um. This is one of my favorites so far.”

Jim doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the guitar. Drums, coming in steady and insistent. He lets out a low whistle. “Alright, wow. Didn’t take you for a rock fan, kid.”

To his surprise, Will smiles. A real smile. “Yeah,” he says, standing awkwardly by the record player. “Jonathan got me into them when I was younger. Um. I guess he liked stuff that had loud guitar and drums and stuff so, you know, I also– I like that stuff too.”

“Loud guitar,” Jim snorts. “Yeah, that sounds like your brother.”

“My dad– um,” Will says, hesitantly. “Lonnie. He hated loud music. The drums and the– I think that’s why Jonathan listened to it so much.”

Right, Jim thinks. Lonnie Byers, an infamously giant piece of work. That checks out. And then, another smaller voice pipes up with You’re the chief of police, Jim. You can get away with–

“Oh, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,” the song croons, “your tongue’s like poison–“

Will’s eyes widen. “Um,” he says, fiddling with the player. “Um, actually, let’s– I like this other song too, so–”

Jim bites back a laugh. “I like it,” he says, which isn’t a lie. It could grow on him. “The guitar. It’s nice.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Jim nods, and then, as the second song starts to pick up– “Will.”

“Hm?”

“Is this a love song?” he grins. “Your second favorite is also a love song?”

“I– no,” Will splutters, immediately turning a brilliant scarlet. “‘Just Like Heaven’ is not a–”

“–I kissed her face and kissed her–”

“Lots of kissing in these songs,” he points out, and Will groans.

“Oh my God, it’s not–! The album is literally called Kiss me, Kiss me, Kiss me–”

Jim grins. Teenage boys are complicated, maybe, but you can count on them all getting flustered the same way. “I’m just teasing, kid. Could you go get your mom, please, because this sauce is about to burn and I don’t trust myself with it.”

“I wouldn’t trust her with it either,” Will mutters, even as he peers around the corner into the hall. “Mom?”

If Joyce hears him laughing, then– whatever. Jim gets a pass. It was for a good cause.

[erikiara80]

Hints that someone was shot in the past

This has been in my drafts for ages. It's part of my car crash theory (here and here) I think one of the biggest hints that someone was shot in the past is the connection between Terry's flashback in S2 and what Nancy says about her guns in S4. One of the few things Terry keeps repeating is the safe combination, right? They want us to remember that she had a gun and shot a man. Then in S4, Nancy says this:

"There's a six year old child in this house. I know where I keep my guns."

Gun in the house. Kids. Danger. I think that's the connection.

In the first scene of the show, Will is attacked in his house, and tries to use the rifle. Then we see Jonathan with a gun, and they connect that to Lonnie, who forced Jon to kill a rabbit when he was a kid.

In the last episode of S1, they're attacked again in the house, and Nancy shoots the Demogorgon.

Other hints

Season 2 starts with a police chase, after Kali kills a man in his apartment.

When El is watching TV and changes the channels, we see a scene of All my children and Terminator. A hint that someone tried to kill the children?

Then in S3, a man who just looks like Terminator, tries to kill Joyce and Hopper in a farm. And the scene is a parallel to the gunfight at the Byers' in S4, in which two agents are shot.

But back to S2. At Terry's, Eleven reads a newspaper article written by Frank Williams about the abduction of a baby boy in a hospital, and the death of the nurse who took him, from a gunshot wound.

A kid "shoots" Hopper and says: "You're dead". Then in Chicago, a bald man (like Sarah) says the same thing to Eleven.

Terry kills a guard, and the other guard we see resembles Hopper. I don't think it's a coincidence. Like it's not a coincidence that in the parking lot there's a green car, similar to Joyce's. They connect Terry's memory to Joyce and Hopper, just like the newspaper in 1x08, in which Terry's story becomes Joyce's story.

Season 3

Joyce "shoots" Hopper with the prize gun

Murray welcoming Joyce and Hopper.

Also, in many scenes extras are used as hints, too, so I noticed something very interesting when Grigori kills Alexei. We see a man with mustache, like Hopper, clowns, one even has a little dragon (Will was afraid of clowns and is associated with dragons, there are clowns in Jane's crib and on Sarah's pajamas) and, behind Alexei, a blonde girl with pigtails. Like Sarah. I have many thoughts about this scene!

Nancy shoots Billy (William)

In S4, the first thing we see in El's room is the glue gun (here a post about that and Byler) when she says that they're all time travellers

There are other hints, but I think these are the most relevant.

[stranger-theory]

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I currently identify with NOTHING and everything at the same time because WHAT are labels atp.

I'm a minor so ⚠️NO DMS IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 13 OR OLDER THAN LIKE 17⚠️. regular interaction is fine.

Got that autism dog in me and my hyperfixations are Stranger Things, Byler, and Conan Gray.😎

I would describe myself as very stupid and rude, but if you dont seem hostile i'd probably be chill.

My favorite movie is The Little Prince, my favorite show is Stranger Things (what a surprise😱), and my favorite song is tied between "Touch Tank" by Quinnie, or "Awake" from Celeste.

I would say my dream closet would be 'grunge' mixed with 'cottagecore' but, at the current moment, all I wear is tee shirts and pajama pants.

My hobbies include drawing, playing (more like fiddling with) a couple instruments, listening to music, PETTING ALL THE CATS💪, contemplating life, and watching Stranger Things on loop.🫶

About my blog: you should absolutely expect all Byler but sometimes i stray from them for the occasional non related silly.

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[starsarefire824]

UPDATED ST Fanfic Guide

I have been lazy and not updated this in ages so here goes.

I am JustMyName on A03! (some people have told me they had no idea) I have really come to love writing for Mike and Will these past two years. Hope you find something to enjoy! 🖤 I also enjoy Madwheeler and some other unique ships so if you're up for something different this might be the spot for you!

✨Demons of Change and Wildflower Eyes ▻ rating: M ▻ status: Almost Complete ▻ words: 84,780 ▻ship: Byler, Troy x Mike, Madwheeler, minor Lumax and Henderhop ▻description: AU. High school hasn't been easy for Will Byers. He’s had to live with the emotional scars of a loveless father and supernatural worlds, as well as the physical ones from the hands of the bullies that make his everyday existence hell. One night, when he's looking for some peace and quiet Will comes upon one of them.

Sparks fly and Mike and Will can’t stay away from each other. Yet, there are things Mike isn’t saying: about his past, about his family, about his peculiar friendship with Troy. Things aren’t always what they appear to be, and loyalties born from violence will be rigorously tested.

Will, Mike, Troy centric.

(This fic is very near and dear to my heart. <3)

✨Lay Me Down Slow ▻rating: M ▻status: Complete ▻words: 10,821 ▻ship: Byler ▻description: It's 1998 and Will is anxiously making his way to a bar to meet up with Mike, who he hasn't seen in over a decade. Emotions run high as he shares a drink with him, and when a confrontation turns violent, it leads to truths being told and the two of them finding each other again. Will POV.

✨Beautiful Things From Broken Soil ▻rating: T ▻status: Complete ▻words: 2,175 ▻ship: Byler ▻description: Mike and Will get caught in a rainstorm on a lazy summer's day.

✨An Unspeakable (Of The Oscar Wilde Sort) ▻rating: E ▻status: Ongoing ▻words: 7,125 ▻ship: Byler, Mileven ▻description: They sit there for a long second in awkward silence, and Mike bites his bottom lip. He eyes the movie. “So what did you pick?”

Will fidgets with the tape nervously in his hands. His voice catches. “Uhm, yeah—it’s just this movie that’s based off of a book I read last year. I really liked the story.”

Will’s eyes find Mike’s and he blushes. “I don’t know. It’s kind of serious. We don’t have——“

Mike interrupts Will’s shy backpedaling by snatching the VHS out of his hand and turning it over like he is going to find the summary. Instead he just finds a Family Video logo. “What’s it about?”

“Uhm—well it’s about these two guys at Cambridge in the early 1900’s and they’re—-friends.”

Mike blinks. “Friends?”

Will’s eyelids flutter and he presses his lips together. “Yeah—-like—really good friends.”

or, Will brings over a movie to watch with Mike and it leads to certain truths being addressed. Complete with a Mike Wheeler in crisis.

✨Helpless ▻ rating: T ▻status: Complete ▻words: 2,973 ▻ship: Byler ▻description: “Hey,” Mike says, shutting his bedroom door behind him gently and padding over to the bed where Will lays, freshly showered and in his undershirt.

“Hey,” Will murmurs back as he burrows himself further into the bed and pulls the sheets up under his chin, trying to ignore his heart pitter-pattering inside his ribs. He smooths the fabric over his chest nervously.

Mike smiles over at him, something shy and sweet in the way his eyes crinkle. He breathes out and folds his thin arms across his chest, rubbing along his rigid hip with his thumb.

Will tries not to stare where Mike’s worn white tank top he always wears rides up, revealing pale skin and a shock of dark hair lining his belly and disappearing underneath his stupid Star Wars pajama pants.

It’s hilarious, really, Will thinks bitterly. Stuck in a bed with your friend at the threshold of the Apocalypse, and only able to think about what hides underneath his pajamas.

It’s so unfair. It’s fucking torture.

✨You're The Only Shape I'll Pray To ▻rating: E ▻status: Complete ▻words: 3,160 ▻ship: Byler ▻description:

Hands pulling at shirts in a darkened room, a tongue licking along burning skin, moans and pants and belt buckles being unclasped.

Mike presses his knees together so hard his bones grind.

“Tell me," he gasps. "—Confess—to God—-all of your sins.” Priest AU.

✨The Pact ▻ rating: M ▻ status: Ongoing ▻words: 97,440 ▻ship: Madwheeler, Byler, Elumax ▻ description: A pact between Max and Mike gone wrong gets them both unanimously voted out of the Party and they find themselves stuck with each other the summer after Graduation: fighting, commiserating, and begrudgingly discovering they are a lot more alike than they originally thought.

✨Touch Me Like You Know Me ▻rating: M ▻status: Complete ▻words: 14,894 ▻ ship: Byler ▻ description: Mike doesn't go home anymore, not unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he stays far away from Hawkins, quietly shutting himself off from the world, and burying the pain of the things he never said to the boy he'd left behind. But when his mother convinces him to return home for his thirty-fifth birthday, Mike is finally forced to confront just how much he'd given up when he runs into Will by accident. Mike-centric. Estranged Byler reconnection fic. Soft and Sweet.

✨Death Lies in Wait ▻ rating: M ▻ status: Ongoing ▻ words: 13,322▻ ship: Arranged Madwheeler, Byler, Lumax, Mileven, Secret Ship ▻ description: Massachusetts, 1890. Max Mayfield is twenty-six years old and at the hand of her parents, settles for a marriage of convenience to a widowed lighthouse keeper. A stranger she'll be trapped with for the rest of her life on a lonely strip of land surrounded by nothing but endless, lonely sea. But, as she settles into her life, and she and her new husband try to coexist, they get wrapped up in a mysterious presence on the cape. It calls to them. It's lulling and coaxing and sings to them at night. Max discovers the secrets her new husband keeps. Mermaids and ghosts of the past come to haunt them. Madwheeler/Byler//Lumax Gothic AU- Mermaid Will.

✨Certain Slant of Light ▻ rating: M ▻ status: Ongoing ▻words: ▻ship: Byler, Will x OC. description: Will just wants to get through his last year of high school without incident, to feel normal for once in his life, and try to survive the building tension between him and Mike that grows with every word left unsaid. On the first day of school, Will meets someone new who may finally offer him the acceptance he craves, but he’s unsure what to do when it causes his relationship with Mike to hit a breaking point, forcing them both to confront their true feelings. And to make matters worse, Vecna is always there, whispering in his ear, and letting him know his fated role in the inevitable fall of Hawkins. Slow Burn. Will-centric. Mike-centric later chapters.

✨the winter tree resembles me ▻rating: E ▻status: On Hiatus ▻words: 2,706 ▻ship: Byler ▻description: The Revolutionary War is underway, and the upstanding Byers family, devout Quakers in their divinity, have expressly kept themselves out of the War of Rebellion. But newly rutted Alpha Will Byers has a grave secret he keeps from his parents. He has been recruited by his twin sister into Commander Washington’s clandestine ring of Rebel spies. But when he meets an English officer possessing bewitching brown eyes at the boarding house he’s assigned to, he slowly discovers the stranger has a secret of his own, as well as a tantalizing scent Will can’t resist. Lines will be drawn-loyalties tested and allies betrayed -no one is who they seem.

✨A Derelict Mind ▻rating: M ▻status: Ongoing ▻words: 8,259 ▻ship: Byler ▻description: Will wakes up to find himself chained to a chair in a room he doesn't recognize. There are orderlies and patients and a doctor with blonde hair and a terrifyingly sweet voice. But Will is not in one of his nightmares or one of Vecna's visions. He's a patient in Pennhurst Asylum, and everything he's known to be real: his friends, his family, the Upside Down... has been nothing but a delusion of a very sick patient.

Part of "A Certain Slant of Light" Universe.

✨Kind of Best Friend ▻rating: G ▻status: Complete ▻words: 1,206 ▻ship: Madwheeler (platonic or romantic) ▻description: Mike reads his letter from Max after returning to Hawkins.

✨ Mashed Potatoes ▻rating: G ▻ status: Complete ▻ words: 1,352 ▻ ship: Byler ▻description: "Wait," Mike says, grabbing the carton of milk out of Will's hand. Will blinks, his brows creasing in confusion. "What?" he asks with uncertainty. "We need milk, don't we?"

Mike stares at the carton Will has chosen. It's labeled with red lettering and a stamp of a picturesque farm across the front. Whole milk. Mike shrugs. "I mean----yeah. But-----" he raises an eyebrow. "Whole milk?" Will huffs and rolls his yes. "Yes. Whole milk? What milk did you want?" Mike shifts on his feet and pulls at the waist of his usual black jeans. "Well, I mean----we always drank skim at our house." Now, Will's mouth opens up a little. Offended.

"Skim?!" he asks, completely appalled. "Who actually drinks skim milk? You might as well drink water."

OR, Mike and Will really think the other is wrong in their grocery shopping decisions.

✨I Held On As Tightly As You Held Onto Me ▻ rating: T ▻ status: Complete ▻ words: 7,014 ▻ ship: Byler ▻ description: After years of life getting in the way---be it by distance or choices made--Mike hasn't seen Will in almost a decade. But one cold winter's night, he's back in town and Mike cooks him a meal.

✨When We Wake Up ▻ rating: T ▻ status: Complete ▻ words: 23,428 ▻ ship: Byler ▻description: Will and Mike having to share a room while waiting for the impending apocalypse and the utter torture it is for both of them.

✨Come Away With Me ▻ rating: T ▻status: Complete ▻ words: 18,760 ▻ ship: Byler ▻ description: “Two shots ring out! BAM!-then a pause-BAM! Mike’s head snaps towards the sound, squinting his eyes to orient himself to the darkness. A guttural, pained wail echoes through the trees as if some forsaken wraith howls at him in this lonely forest, it’s voice sounding all too familiar. Then, a loud screeching roar follows close behind it. Another shot! Mike sucks in a wretched, frightened breath, his heart thrashing in his chest so hard that it feels as if it might shatter his ribs. Dread settles sickeningly in his belly. "Will….” OR: The one in which Mike gets to be Will's knight in shining armor. Tending Wounds Fic.

✨ We Are All Fools In Love ▻ rating: T ▻ status: On Hiatus ▻ words: 13,098 ▻ ship: Byler ▻ description: Fifteen years after being forcibly separated as children, William Bennet recognizes a familiar brooding face, plucked from another lifetime across a crowded ballroom. As his and Michael Darcy's paths begin to merge once more, they discover they are now separated by more than only time and distance, but faults which lie within their own hearts. Matters of pride and prejudice. Regency au of our dreams.

✨First of All ▻rating: G ▻status: Complete ▻words: 1,772 ▻ship: Madwheeler ▻description: Mike's home from break during college and he and Max have to babysit his baby cousins. It's going as well as you can imagine. Set after the events of "The Pact."

[kocch]

Um how about Byler but they switch pajamas. Mike is wearing tiger patterns and Will is in dinosaur print (they were too sleepy to realize they had the wrong pajamas cuz it was already dark and past their bedtimes lol)

this became a miwi one. also they were sleepy but not sleepy enough to stop talking about their adventures. (featuring crowley and aziraphale of good omens EVEN IF THE BOOK WASN'T OUT YET)

[id-rather-be-home]

Byler matching star wars pajamas?

Do you agree?

ABSOLUTELY i wholeheartedly agree with this take

they're complete nerds so obviously they would own star wars pajamas in general, but they're also disgustingly sappy and in love so they'd get matching ones to wear during their private sleepovers and such

it's probably a tradition they've had since they were little that stopped a little while during their growing pains phase, but returned when they started dating

[tellthatbrokebitch]

me, going crazy crazy absolutely insane: byler bananas in pajamas au

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

Sorry it's so pixelized abbshxhchxh

[ID: "fernanfloo dresses up" meme format with a person in a hoodie and flannel pajama pants on the left labeled "my aunts wedding" and Noah Scnapp at the People's Choice Awards 2022 labeled "byler canon" on the right : end ID]

[castlebyersafterdark]

i'm in loveeeee with mad will re: mike shaving, and especially crossing his arms and saying 'IM SERIOUS' while mike tries to pull him towards him and kiss him, finding it soooo cute

but also seeing as we see a mad mike who storms off in the show a lot, like the rink o mania fight. i feel like its totally in character for him to do this to will sometime. so what would be the scenario where will does something to do his body/hair/clothes and mike gets grumpy and sulks? hehehehee

This is so interesting and it kinda stumped me for a little while I'll admit, to get the creativity flowing (sometimes the sappiness overwhelms and it's giving a very bland 'noooo they like everything about each other' vibe and then I have to backtrack and bask in how fun these two are when they bicker as well heehee). Refresher since this one is old - question spawned from a scenario of Will getting mad at Mike when Mike randomly decides to shave off his own pubes 🤭🤭🤭 - So, what might Will do that irritates or shocks Mikes. Hmm

Tough to say, because I HC Will as more meticulous with his appearance while Mike is very casual so it's not like he's gonna have as strong opinions on very specific particulars? Maybe early on he finds it odd if Will wants to experiment with stuff like shaving/waxing his chest, maybe initially Mike thinks that's so odd? The waxing especially he's like "why would you put yourself through that?" But over time it's just another thing. I also have this whole scenario in my "staying at the Wheelers" fic about when they get together, sharing Mike's bed every night, he kind of has to coax Will to wear less to bed. Because young Will does not have that confidence yet, he's not our flirty, sometimes a little slutty, Will of future/older Byler scenarios after Mike gets him to embrace less is more in wearing things to bed and be freeee. So, I think the classic clearly, nothing's happening tonight vibe Mike gets when they're older and established and Will comes to bed in full flannel pajamas. Not that he's not cute in them, but sex is definitely off the table that night. Message received. Sometimes it be that way, can't be every night, let him resttttt haha.

OH wait hahaha total silly crack scenario. It's the 90s which we know are fun but TACKY. Maybe one of Will's friends convinces him to get a spray tan because that seems like it was a thing then and oh god, Mike just. Hates it. Hahaha. It's just uncanny wrong coloring for Will and Will's regretful and Mike just. He can't resist poking fun a bit, he's not into it. And Will isn't either and he's also mad and pouty too! Leave him alone! Just gotta wait for it to fade now my guy... Any one else with other suggestions for this ask? I struggled but I tend to want to lean more toward light or humor for this, because they really do love everything about each other's looks really, and a genuine critique about appearance makes me sad! But life has silly little funny moments, too! I think they'd maybe take a dig at a questionable fashion choice here or there, I personally know that life! Their bickering and arguments and annoyances are more about both of them having that sarcastic, stubborn tendencies...

[iamtheoneandonlyever]

that time when its byler day, and you want to wear something blue and yellow, but you need to go somewhere in the morning, till lunch that requires a uniform, which does not include the colors blue and yellow, and after lunch, you need to go somewhere AGAIN in another uniform which does not feature the colors blue and yellow, both, and so the only time you can celebrate byler day is at night, in your pajamas, while you are asleep.

*cries*

anyway, happy byler day to those who promised to go crazy together with the rest 342k bylers ;)

[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

Teaching El about making Christmas ornaments

Eleven Hopper x gn!Byers!reader

Byler, Elumax, Jancy, Steddie, Rockie

Warnings: N/A

WC: 0.7k

The First NoEl Masterlist

The dining room table was covered with glitter, glue, stickers, and three variations of colored popsicle sticks. The most recent family photo album was at the head of the table, labeled in bold numbers “Hopper-Byers family, 1987.” As you, El, and Will stripped off your coats and kicked off your boots, Joyce came into the foyer.

“Welcome home… How is everybody?” Joyce offered you each a mug of cocoa after you dropped your bags.

“They’re good,” Eleven said, taking her mug and wrapping both sweater-pawed hands around it. Her eyes lit up as she blew the steam off the top of the mug. “They are excited for Santa Claus to bring them presents.”

Joyce smiled softly at her, “Are you excited?”

“Yes. I hope he likes the cookies.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

“Is Jonathan home yet?” Will asked, taking his mug from Joyce.

“Yeah, and Hopper?”

“They’re home, don’t worry. They’re changing into their festive, family pajamas.”

“‘Festive, family pajamas?’ It’s four o’clock!”

“Yes, I know, but it’s not like anyone’s going anywhere else tonight, right? Except bed.”

“That’s fair, I guess,” You said. “Do we have to change right now?”

“I want everyone to match before we do Christmas photos, so yes.”

---

The pajamas were the most horrendous thing you had ever seen. They were blue-and-gray striped with red-nosed, horns-tangled-up-in-green-lights reindeer prancing across them. They were ugly.

“I’m not coming out! Ever!” You shouted at your bedroom door.

“Neither am I!” Will agreed.

“Me either!” El added.

“Oh, come on! I promise I’m not videoing!” Joyce hollered from the head of the hallway. You could hear Jonathan and Hopper’s stifled laughs. 

“Come out on three?” You called to El and Will.

“Fine,” Will resigned.

“One… two… three!” The three of you stepped out of your bedrooms at the same time, only to see Joyce with a video camera. Will sighed and pinched his nose while El laughed with glee. She wasn’t wearing the same ugly pajamas that you and Will were, she was wearing red and gray stripes and a green hat.

“You guys look ridiculous,” Jonathan snorted from the end of the hall. “What are you wearing?”

“The pajamas that Mom put out,” You and Will shared a glance. “What are you wearing?”

“Standard red and gray. No reindeer required. Just like El, Mom, and Hopper.”

“You tricked us,” Will muttered, going back into his room. 

You shoved open your door, “Where are the real ones?”

“Under your desk in a box,” Joyce was doubled over with laughter, the camera was long forgotten.

After you and Will changed, you all went downstairs and posed for a few pictures in front of the tree.

“Can we make the ornament now?” El whined. “I cannot smile anymore.”

“What El said. My cheeks are gonna fall off,” Will mumbled.

“Sure, sure. Joyce and I picked out the picture already, though,” Hopper said, wrapping his arm around her.

“You picked the picture without us?” You wrinkled your nose. “Which one?”

“You all fell asleep in the car on the way home from the Wheeler’s,” Joyce explained. “So we took a picture of you. It’s very cute.”

“If you say so, Mom.”

El plopped herself down at the table and reached for the red and green popsicle sticks. “It’s going to be pretty.”

“You should put a sticker that represents each of us in the corners,” Will reached for the sticker sheets over El’s shoulder. “A camera for Jonathan, a paintbrush for me, a pencil for you, and a book for Y/n.” El complied after she glued four popsicle sticks together at the corners. Joyce handed her a small frame with the picture in it and Will attached the stick-frame to it. You all took a moment to ‘aww’ over the picture, and then you splattered it with silver snowflake glitter. Hopper wrote “Hopper-Byers 1st Family Christmas, 1987” across the bottom and Jonathan carried it into the living room and put it on the tree.

Hopper pulled Joyce and Will into a hug, and, not one to be left out, you pulled Jonathan and El in, too.

“Merry Christmas, kids,” Joyce murmured, admiring the tree.

“Merry Christmas, Mom,” You, Will, El, and Jonathan echoed.

[edelweiss-coffee]

oooo i feel like crying.

know what that means? intense self care* time.

*(bubble bath, bath bomb, face mask, mani/pedi, pajama pants and writing byler angst)

[schrijverr]

A Behind the Scenes of: After Robin and Rose's Wedding

Jonathan talks with Robin and Rose about the day after their wedding and when they left for their honeymoon.

(link to when they talked about the wedding itself)

On AO3.

Ships: Robin x ofc (background steddie, byler, jargancy)

Warnings: bipobia mention

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hi, I’m Jonathan Byers, the main photographer and editor of A Collection of Queer Photography,” he starts out as always. “Today, I’m still here with Robin and Rose.”

“Hello everyone,” Robin greets cheerily, smiling at the camera.

Rose also waves: “Hi.”

“We talked about their wedding, but they wanted to talk about the day after too, but the video was already quite long, so this is the part two to talk about that,” Jonathan explains. “So, let’s get into it, starting with Brides During the Morning After.”

The photo appears in screen and is of the breakfast bar in the Steve and Eddie apartment. Robin is sitting at it, nursing a coffee, while Rose is standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. Both are in their pajamas and Robin’s neck is covered in hickies. Steve is standing at the other end of the breakfast bar, smirking at the sleepy pair as he nurses his own cup of coffee. Max is next to him, tiredly pouring herself a cup.

“This is Steve and Eddie’s side of the apartment,” Robin says. “I was always so jealous of that breakfast bar.”

“You ate there every morning,” Rose points out.

“Still, I wanted one so bad. It was my only demand when we renovated our current house,” Robin says.

“That’s true. It is a very nice breakfast bar,” Rose agrees.

“Hell yeah it is,” Robin grins. “Anyway, we all ate breakfast in their apartment, since ours was still trashed from the wedding.”

“God, it took us ages to clean up, even with Steve and Eddie’s help,” Rose groans thinking back on it.

“We did all get pretty drunk,” Jonathan says. “I’m more surprised we all made it to a bed to be honest and that no one threw up.”

“Thank god for small mercies,” Rose laughs.

“I think this is a very cute photo, despite Steve’s smug face,” Robin comments getting the conversation back on track.

Jonathan nods: “I am quite pleased with how this one turned out, yeah. It has that storytelling element I love and it gives of family vibes.”

“It feels a bit like a movie scene,” Rose says. “Honestly, with the amount of nonsense you all seem to get into it feels like a movie sometimes, it’s nice when it can feel like a romcom instead of a cop drama.”

“I got arrested like once since we got together,” Robin pouts.

“And it was for something stupid,” Rose replies.

“How was I supposed to know I was trespassing?” Robin protests.

“The sign that said private property that I pointed out to you,” Rose suggests.

“I still stand by my decision, I got a great picture of the sunset,” Robin shrugs.

“You’re ridiculous,” Rose informs her, but it sounds incredibly fond.

“I totally forgot about that,” Jonathan says.

“That’s because Nancy is a criminal, so it gets lost in all the criminal activity you usually witness,” Robin tells him. Then looks at the camera and adds: “This is a joke, for legal reasons.”

“She’s not that bad,” Jonathan complains, which only earns him a look from Robin. As to not have to engage with it, he looks back down and says: “Okay, next photo is Life of a Student.”

Life of a Student is of Erica at the table with a plate next to her, absentmindedly eating some eggs as she reads a thick political science book.

“Erica was a true trooper for that,” Robin comments.

“Totally, if I had finals week, I don’t think I could have handled a wedding on top of it,” Rose says.

Jonathan rolls his eyes: “She wouldn’t have come for anyone but Robin, she’s her favorite.”

“I mean, Dustin and Steve are up there too, not to mention Lucas and Max. She fucking loves Max,” Robin dismisses them, though she’s smiling too wide to really be trying.

“You’re still her favorite, stop being humble,” Jonathan says. “But yeah, Erica totally had finals going on and she was studying at breakfast, because Steve was driving her too the airport soon and she had to catch her flight to make it to her exam. It was wild.”

“Shout out to Erica,” Robin says, miming a holler. “Vote her for Senator if you live in Indiana. She is epic.”

“Truly,” Jonathan agrees.

“What’s next?” Rose asks, after nodding her agreement.

Jonathan looks back down and answers: “Young Spines.”

The photo is of he couch. Mattresses are on the floor around it as well, but Mike and Will have taken the couch together. It can’t be that comfortable with how they’re twisted together to take up as little space as possible and not fall off the couch, but both look peaceful as they sleep.

“I still don’t know how they could sleep like that,” Robin says. “I get back pain just looking at it, holy fuck.”

“They were still young,” Rose says. “They can’t do that now. Remember when they came to visit and Mike bitched about his back for the entire weekend?”

“Oh yeah, he’s such a little baby,” Robin replies. “I know for a fact Steve and Eddie didn’t cheap out on their guest rooms.”

“He just likes to complain,” Jonathan tells her.

“He does,” Robin nods sagely, as if the topic is more important that it actually is.

Jonathan snorts at that, before saying: “I do love this photo of them though. I almost forgot I took it and only dug it back up for this project. They’re so comfortable with each other and intertwining into almost one being. Very metaphorical.”

“And practical,” Robin points out. “Even with all the mattresses everywhere, not everyone fit. I always forget how many people we have until we’re all there. It’s like a lot.”

“Very chaotic,” Rose agrees.

“But fun chaos,” Robin say.

“True,” Rose nods.

“It feels homey, the chaos,” Jonathan puts in his two cents, before turning back. “Next page the first one is Half-Asleep & Dreaming.”

That one is of Hopper pouring two mugs of coffee, looking like he’d rather still be asleep. Next to him is a smiling El nursing a cup of tea as she tells Hopper about the dream she had.

“Okay, the title of this one might be a little odd,” Jonathan says, “but Jane was telling dad about the dream she had while he tried to wake up, so that’s where the title comes from. She always has the weirdest dreams too. She is multiple people and it switches around all the time. It’s always to interesting to hear, but I don’t think dad appreciated it much.”

“I also wouldn't appreciate it with the amount he drank the night before,” Robin adds. “I mean, I now begin to realize that being older and alcohol do not mix. I don’t know how either of them survived that shit.”

“Dedication,” Jonathan snorts, as the others also laugh. Then continues on: “Next to it is Impromptu Book Club.”

Impromptu Book Club is of Robin sitting on Rose’s lap, Nancy next to them. Rose is not a morning person, evident by how she is nodding off against Robin’s back. Robin and Nancy seem to be having a discussion about something.

“As you can see, I’m not a morning person,” Rose comments. “However, I want it on the record that I did participate in this conversation. I was giving input!”

“You were nodding off, darling,” Robin points out gently.

“And participating in the conversation,” Rose insists. “We were all reading Good Omens by Neil Gailman and Terry Pratchett.”

“How do you remember that?” Robin asks.

“I was participating in the conversation,” Rose replies smugly. “And I’ve been a librarian for decades now, I have a brain for books.”

“You’re magical,” Robin breathes, awe coloring her voice and sparkles in her eyes.

“Thank you, dear,” Rose laughs.

“Glad we cleared up what book you guys were talking about,” Jonathan smiles as he shakes his head.

“This is important information, Jonathan,” Robin tells him, playing up her offense as a joke. “It is integral to the photo, what do you have to add?”

“Well, I was going to say that it is a fun photo that shows a lot of character, since it’s literally the day after your wedding and everyone is still recovering from their hangover and you manage to talk about books, but also the intimacy of how your sitting as newlyweds and the fact that you’re still friendly with Nancy after dating, which is a very lesbian thing of you to do. And it shows the difference in how everyone deals with having to wake up,” Jonathan replies.

“That is actually very nice,” Robin says.

“Thanks,” Jonathan smiles.

“Ahww, look at us being all nice,” Robin gushes. “It’s almost like we’re friends.”

“We are friends,” Jonathan sighs.

“I know, it’s just fun to tease you, I swear I’m usually nicer,” Robin tells to the camera.

“You get excited sometimes, dear, that’s okay,” Rose says, rubbing her shoulder.

“Yeah, and it’s not like I think you mean it,” Jonathan assures her. “I mean, I’ve seen you bully Steve like this too and everyone knows how much you love him.”

Robin ducks into herself and blushes slightly as she replies: “I’m glad. Can we look at the next photo now?”

“Of course,” Jonathan says. “Next photo is Deep Sleeper of our resident veterinarian Lucas.”

The photo is of Lucas curled up around a pillow on one of the floor mattresses. It is quite admirable how he hasn’t woken up with the congregation happening in the kitchen behind him.

“Now, Lucas often doesn’t get much sleep, especially back then during his studies, so he seized the moment when it came,” Jonathan explains.

“I’m still impressed he managed to sleep through that horde waking up,” Robin comments.

“I mean, they have been friends since they were like four, I can imagine he learned to sleep through their nonsense,” Rose suggests.

“Probably, they have always been insane at sleep overs,” Jonathan agrees. “I still remember the horrors of when they came over to ours when they were kids.”

“Oehhh, baby party horror stories, do tell,” Robin demands.

“The one that comes to mind is the time I woke up to screaming in the middle of the night and when both me and mom came running to check up on them – because they were literally nine years old –only to discover them trying to become spider-man and Dustin had fallen while trying to climb the wall,” he says.

“Oh my god,” Robin laughs along with Rose, the two of them giggling at the mental image.

“So, Lucas has kind of become used to the crazy,” Jonathan says. “But he is also 100% an instigator and part of the mayhem and I will not let that go unsaid.”

“I believe you, I believe you,” Robin giggles.

“Totally, I’ve sat in on their DnD campaigns from time to time,” Rose snorts.

“Okay,” Jonathan moves back to the book. “Final photo is of Steve and Eddie and is called Delight During the Dishes.”

Delight During the Dishes is of Steve doing breakfast dishes, though he is not really scrubbing the mug in his hand, since Eddie has slid up behind him, his hair a massive bedhead. Steve is contorting so he can kiss lazily with Eddie, the two of them lost in their own bubble.

“Ahww, this photo is very cute,” Rose comments.

“For those who haven’t already realized, this is them every morning,” Robin says as she smiles fondly.

“I love the domesticity of it. It’s such a simple moment, but it’s so tender and says a lot about their relationship,” Jonathan says. “These small snippets were so important to include, just to show the private moments that were the same as anyone else’s.”

“I really love all that you did with this book,” Rose tells him.

“Yeah, exactly, it’s so important to show this as well,” Robin agrees.

“Thank you, guys,” Jonathan blushes, looking bashful. To distract from it, he says: “Next page is you two going on honeymoon, kind of. Wanna talk about those too?”

“Of course I wanna,” Robin enthuses as Jonathan flips the page.

“There aren’t many photos, but the first one is Packing for the Honeymoon, which Eddie took, so I can’t really say much about it,” Jonathan says.

The photo is of Robin and Steve on Robin’s bed. Robin is sitting against the headboard while Steve has wrapped his arms around her, is resting her head on her chest and has thrown one leg across hers. She is clinging back and both of them are pouting slightly. Next to them on the bed is a suitcase and Rose is folding clothes.

Rose rolls her eyes fondly and says: “You and Steve can be so dramatic.”

“We aren’t that dramatic,” Robin pouts. “I wasn’t going to see him for like two weeks, that is so long. Our dramatics were totally justified.”

“Sure, handsome,” Rose smiles at her, patting her cheek. “It was cute anyway.” She turns to Jonathan and explains: “It was like they were two kittens that had grown attached, honestly. You’d think we’d be leaving for years with the way they clung to each other.”

“I was stocking up on hugs,” Robin says.

“It’s very you,” Jonathan tells her.

Robin grins: “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

“It was,” Jonathan assures her. “Then the next two on page 193 were taken by me and are you two leaving and the results of it on our side. Starting with Off to Rome.”

The photo that appears is of Robin and Rose walking hand in hand into an airport. It’s a little crowded so it can be interpreted as them trying not to loose each other. Robin is looking back and Steve and Eddie are both waving as they stand shoulder to shoulder.

“Rome was lovely,” Rose comments.

“I got to practice my Italian and we ate so much good food,” Robin reminisce. “Not to mention the sex.”

“You’re a menace,” Rose laughs.

“I’m glad you two had a good time,” Jonathan tells them. “We all wanted you to have a nice vacation, you so earned it honestly. Steve especially, he just took it hard. What I like here is that you’re looking back and that Steve and Eddie are in there as well. It was important to me to include your friendship in this book as well, because a lot of the time people have the warped idea of a man and a woman being friends and you guys are closer to a queerplatonic relationship too.”

“Yeah, me and dingus are super close and we get a lot of weird looks, even from queer people,” Robin says. “One of my exes broke up with me because she thought I was cheating on her with Steve, like the biphobia there first of all, second of all I am a lesbian and Steve is my bestie. I tell everyone that.”

Rose nods: “You are very upfront about it. You talked about how you were in the club to cheer him up because his boyfriend was out of town for like half an hour when we first met.”

“He was sad, it had to be known,” Robin says.

“It was very cute,” Rose replies, booping her nose as they share a grin.

Then Robin turns back to Jonathan and says: “But we both really appreciate that all of you are normal about it and like showed how we are to people. We’ve gotten some really sweet messages of people.”

“I’m glad about that,” Jonathan replies. “It is always a little scary to be trusted with representing people you love correctly, you know, so it’s soothing all my nerves to hear that we did it right.”

“Ahww, you did it perfectly, Jonny-boy,” Robin assures him, pulling him into a hug. Jonathan goes with her easily, hugging her back.

“You and Nance poured over it for months, baby, it’s good. You can stop worrying,” Argyle says from behind the camera.

“I know, I know,” Jonathan says, sinking into the hug to hide from it all. “Let’s move on to the last photo.”

“Yes,” Robin exclaims, snatching the book from Jonathan and reading the title, while she keeps him trapped in the hug. “Last one is Emotional Support, which was after me and Rose left.”

Emotional Support is of Eddie and Steve on the backseat of the car. Steve is leaning into Eddie’s side and Eddie has his arms wrapped around him, while he kisses Steve’s forehead.

“This is such a cute photo,” Rose comments. “It’s a little dramatic maybe, but that fits with them.”

“Yeah, it’s the little moments that show the relationship between you two and Eddie and Steve,” Jonathan agrees, after being released by Robin.

“To be fair, I cried a little on the plane,” Robin admits. “We’re just not used to being separated, but I’m glad he always has Eddie too. We kind of rotate keeping him company. He won’t leave if I can’t be there and I won’t leave if Eddie has to go. Steve doesn’t like being alone and we aren’t going to let him be.”

“I felt very honored when they both had a thing one weekend and they trusted me to keep him company,” Rose comments. “We did hair masks.”

“I remember that, he really appreciated it,” Robin smiles. Then she addresses the camera: “We’re not being condescending or something, Steve is a grown man who is fine by himself. He just doesn’t like it for reasons I’m not getting into and he’s too important to all of us to make him go through something like that when we can prevent it. It’s called accommodations, don’t make it weird.”

“It’s sweet that you all look out for each other. We all do really. It what keeps us together as a family, I think,” Jonathan says.

“Totally,” Robin agrees.

“Well, I don’t have anything to add, so unless either of you do, that was it, I think,” Jonathan starts to finish up.

“All good here,” Rose says.

“Yeah, I’m done too,” Robin nods.

“Great, thank you so much for being here and taking the time to chat with me, I had a blast,” Jonathan says.

“It was fun,” Rose smiles as Robin adds: “Totally.”

Jonathan smiles at that, before addressing the camera: “That was a behind the scenes of after Robin and Rose’s wedding, I hope that was interesting. Bye!”

“Bye,” both Robin and Rose also wave.